Nandu

The Nandu is a large, flightless bird that lives in South America and Germany.
It has gray or brown feathers, a long neck, and three toes on each foot.
The Nandu can run fast, but it cannot fly.
It likes to eat seeds, buds, and insects.
This bird makes a sound like "nan-du" when it wants to attract a mate.
The male Nandu takes care of the eggs and the chicks, while the female Nandu goes to find another male.
It can grow up to 170 cm tall and weigh up to 25 kg.
This species is related to the ostrich, but they are not the same.

In a quiet village nestled between rolling hills, there lived a guide dog trainer named Everest. Known for his calm demeanor and steady hands, Everest had a gift for understanding animals. His days were spent teaching dogs how to lead the blind and assist those in need. Yet, among all the loyal, well-trained dogs he cared for, there was one creature who stood apart: a bold nandu named Milo.

Now, Milo wasn't your typical companion. Tall, with powerful legs and feathers that rippled like silvered grass, he was a curious and adventurous soul. Though nandus were known for their speed and agility, Milo had a particular fascination with toys, especially one - a hanging rope toy that swung from a tree in Everest's backyard. It was nothing fancy, just a simple knotted rope, but to Milo, it was his prized possession. He would spend hours nudging it with his beak, hopping around it with glee, and tugging at it with his powerful neck. It became his routine, his ritual, his delight.

Life was peaceful in the village, until one evening, as the sun dipped below the hills, Everest noticed something strange. The once-quiet skies were filled with the caws of ravens. Dozens of them, black as night, swooped down from the mountains and perched ominously on the trees around Everest's yard. They weren't just there to watch; they had eyes for the hanging rope toy.

Milo, standing tall beneath the toy, let out a low, indignant grunt. The ravens, bold and clever, began circling above, one by one diving down, attempting to snatch the rope in their sharp talons. It was clear: they wanted the rope toy for themselves.

Everest watched from his window, realizing this wasn't a simple game. These ravens were notorious troublemakers, known to steal anything that caught their eye. And while Everest had trained many dogs to stand their ground, he had never imagined that his feathered friend would find himself defending a rope from a flock of cunning birds.

But Milo wasn't about to give up his treasured toy without a fight.

With a determined gleam in his eyes, the bold nandu stood his ground. Every time a raven swooped down, Milo would leap into the air, his long legs propelling him high enough to swat at the birds with his wings. He hissed, grunted, and charged, sending the ravens scattering into the air with startled cries. Yet for every raven Milo chased away, two more seemed to take its place.

As the battle raged on, the ravens became more coordinated. They began to dive in pairs, distracting Milo from different angles. One raven would dart toward the toy, while another aimed for Milo's feathers, hoping to throw him off balance. But Milo, with the heart of a warrior and the mind of a strategist, adapted quickly. He spun and twirled, using his long neck like a whip, snapping at the ravens as they closed in. His powerful legs kicked out with precision, sending feathers flying with each well-placed strike.

Everest watched in awe as his nandu fought off the black-winged thieves. But he knew Milo couldn't keep this up forever. The ravens were relentless, and their numbers seemed to grow with every passing minute. It was clear they weren't going to leave until they had what they came for.

That's when Everest had an idea.

Running into his workshop, Everest grabbed a handful of brightly colored ribbons, bells, and shiny trinkets. If there was one thing he knew about ravens, it was their attraction to anything that glittered or jingled. He hurried outside, where Milo was still valiantly defending the rope toy, and began tying the ribbons and bells to branches around the yard, far from the rope.

At first, the ravens didn't seem to notice. But soon, the jingling of the bells and the glint of the ribbons caught their attention. One by one, they turned their heads, curious about the new, shimmering objects. The leader of the flock let out a caw, and in a flurry of wings, the ravens abandoned their pursuit of the rope toy and swooped toward the ribbons.

Milo, breathing heavily but unscathed, watched as the ravens scattered to investigate the new distractions. He stood tall, his feathers ruffled but triumphant. The hanging rope toy, swaying gently in the evening breeze, was safe.

Everest approached his brave companion with a smile. "Well done, Milo," he said, gently patting the nandu's long neck. "You defended your treasure like a true warrior."

Milo let out a soft, satisfied grunt, nudging the rope toy with his beak once more, as if to ensure it was still intact.

From that day on, the ravens never returned to the yard. Word had spread among the birds that a fierce nandu guarded the hanging rope toy, and none dared challenge him again. Milo, proud of his victory, continued to play with his beloved toy every day, while Everest, always amazed by his companion's bravery, made sure the toy remained firmly secured to the tree.

And so, the tale of Milo, the bold nandu who defended the hanging rope toy, became legend in the village. Travelers who passed through would often stop to admire the great bird and his peculiar attachment to the simple rope. But those who knew the story understood that it wasn't just a toy - it was a symbol of Milo's courage and determination, a reminder that even the smallest treasures can be worth defending with all your heart.

Thus, the legend of Milo and the defense of the hanging rope toy was passed down through generations, a story of bravery, cleverness, and the unlikely friendship between a guide dog trainer and his bold, feathered companion.